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Recent Acquisition - Ephemera Collection
Robert Porterfield Presents, BARTER THEATRE of Virginia, on National Tour in THE VINEGAR TREE by Paul Osborn, Nineteenth Year, The Theatre of the Commonwealth of Virginia. Abingdon, Virginia.
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The Bartered Bride, 1909, Antonín Lebeda (Vašek), Antonín Lebeda, 1909/1909, From the collection of: Prague National Theatre
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Horst: It's not very sociable in these barracks. [He laughs.] Is it?
Max: It's all right.
Horst: Right. You got a yellow star.
Max: [pointing to Horst's pink triangle] How'd you get that?
Horst: I signed a petition.
Max: And?
Horst: That was it.
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Martin Sherman, Bent (1979)
#100plays#martin sherman#bent#modern theatre#queer theatre#theatre quotes#1979#for context‚ Max negotiates his way to Jewish identification rather than the pink triangle on entering a concentration camp#setting in motion the key subject of disagreement between him and Horst#Horst is proud of his identity as a gay man‚ even with the mistreatment it brings him (as much from fellow prisoners as from the nazis)#whilst Max considers himself a realist and a deal maker‚ who cannot fathom why anybody would willingly endure something they might avoid#the question of identity and the approach to self identity is a recurring theme; Horst takes strength from his identity where Max#considers it weakness and shrouds himself where possible. it's mirrored wonderfully in a later scene‚ after Max trades oral sex with a Nazi#commanding officer in return for medicine‚ and he and Horst debate whether the man is queer and how important it was to him that the man#who went down on him was (apparently) Not queer; that in bartering sex with a gay man the captain may have had to face the idea#that he himself might be gay‚ but by fucking a 'straight' man he can retain his heterosexuality. it's a semantic exercise to some degree#but one with life or death stakes (Max is sure he would be killed if the captain suspected he was gay)#the petition Horst refers to was Magnus Hirschfeld's‚ the german sexologist who so revolutionised the understanding of queer identities#and whose work was denounced and destroyed by the nazis. it's another indicator of Horst's personality and his personal comfort in his own#sexuality compared to Max#it's worth noting too that the way Max 'proves' his heterosexuality‚ although relayed secondhand‚ is one of the most upsetting#and devastating things I've ever read. this play is not for the faint of heart or the easily disturbed. but maybe it should be experienced#by them too
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The world is so hostile to tweens.....
Like we joke about how our schools growing up would ban the latest toy trends, but that reality genuinely horrific when you think about it. Like maybe 1% of the bans were based on safety, but the rest cited reasoning like
-"kids were bartering for collectibles" (kids learning about economics and product value)
-"kids were wearing them and the colors were too flashy" (kids experimenting with self expression and fashion)
-"kids were playing with them during lunch and recess instead of using our rusted safety hazard playground" (kids utilizing their free time to do what helps *them* unwind).
Play areas specifically geared towards children and especially towards teens are constantly being shut down. "Oh kids today are always on their phones!" Maybe because
-there are barely any arcades left and even less arcades that aren't adult-oriented,
-public pools and gyms are underfunded and shut down,
-"no loitering" laws prevent kids and teens from just hanging out,
-movie theatres only play the latest films and ticket prices are only rising,
-parks and playgrounds are either neglected or replaced with gear only directed at toddlers and unsuitable for anyone older
-genuine children's and young teen media is being phased out in favour of media directed only at very small children or older teens and adults.
-suburbs and even cities are becoming more and more hostile to pedestrians, it's just not safe for kids to walk to or ride their bikes to their friends' houses or other play destinations
Children's agency is hardly ever respected. Kids between the ages of 9-13 are either treated as babies or as full-grown adults, with no in-between. When they ask to be given more independence, they are either scoffed at or given more responsibilities than are reasonable for a child their age.
This is even evident in the fashion scene.
Clothing stores and brands like Justice and Gap are either closing or rebranding to either exclusively adult clothing or young children's clothes, with no middle ground for tweens. Tweens have to choose between clothes designed for adults that are too large and/or too mature for their age and bodies, or more clothes they feel are far too childish. For tween girls especially it's either a frilly pinafore dress with pigtails or a woman's size dress with cleavage. No wonder tween girls these days dress like they're older, it's because their other option is little girl clothes and they don't want to feel childish.
And then when tweens go to school, the books they want to read aren't available because they cover "mature" topics (read: oh no two people kissed and they weren't straight or oh no menstruation was mentioned or oh no a religion other than Christianity is depicted), so kids are left with books for way below their reading level. No wonder kids today are struggling with literacy, it's because they can't exercise and expand their reading skills with age-appropriate books. Readers need to be challenged with new words and concepts in order to grow in their skills, only letting tween read Dr. Seuss and nursery rhymes doesn't let them learn.
Discussions about substance use, reproduction, and sexuality aren't taught at an age-appropriate level in school or even by children's parents, so they either grow up ignorant and more vulnerable to abuse, or they seek out information elsewhere that is delivered in a less-than-age-appropriate manner. It shouldn't be a coin-toss between "I didn't know what sex was until I was 18 and in college" or "my first exposure to sex as a tween was through porn" or "I didn't know what sex was so I didn't know I was being sexually abused as a kid."
Tweenhood is already such a volatile and confusing time for kids, their bodies are changing and they're transitioning from elementary to middle to high school. It's hard enough for them in this stage, but it's made worse by how society devalues and fails them.
We talk about the disappearance of teenagehood, and maybe that's gonna happen in the future, but the erasure of tweenhood is happing in real time, and it's having and going to have major consequences for next generation's adults.
#leftie shit#i guess#ageism#social issues#tweenhood#the disappearance of tweenhood#current events#relevant issues
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But what is if Island was made today?
The A. Plot Trio redesigned. Personalities largely the same, although (Le)Sha(u)na trades some of her trademark slang to make room for an even more snarky attitude.
Emphasis on “some”. Her calling Harry a tadpole will never not be funny.
Heather’s a little less impulsive here. Where the canon one would read Gwen’s dialogue to the world, this one would hide it and use it as blackmail. Harold’s about the same, but even more of a theatre kid.
I like to think that the writing on his shirt will change every episode.
Justin starts off as his Action self: not a complete jerk, but still very vain and petty. Katie and Sadie, however, get a complete overhaul, going the “odd friendship” route by playing up Katie’s energetic tendencies and Sadie’s relative intelligence.
Now I kinda regret ditching the hat. Eh. Anyway, they’re about the same.
Owen, Tyler, and DJ are mostly unchanged. Cody plays up his geeky traits and whatever flirting skills he had in canon are completely gone here, since Gwen doesn’t even realize he likes her throughout the season.
Also step aside, Beth. Cody’s the new shortest guy in the camp.
Speaking of which, Beth’s artistic talents are a more active part of her characterization, hence the stickers and paint splatters. Ezekiel’s more of a basket case. Turns out his canon counterpart hates going outside. Of course I started to run with it and I made him a typical “quiet kid”. He’s slightly more socially aware, but he’s probably still going home first (not that he’s complaining).
Lindsay’s the same, but lookit her cool jacket!
Courtney’s bossiness is gone almost entirely; she’s a pure teacher’s (read: host’s) pet. The only one she’s trying to push around is a canon compliant Duncan.
Noah’s part of Heather’s alliance as her spy, just as the rumors say. Eva’s more social, generally more boisterous, but no less temperamental. I may have ripped off TD Reunion’s look for her.
Izzy is a universal constant. She changes for nobody.
I could’ve added Sierra and Alejandro. But I didn’t, because where’s the fun in that?
BTW, these are very rough designs. TD’s art style, despite being the inspiration for my own, is deceptively hard to emulate.
Jeremy (Killer Bass) is a mischievous prankster who the rest of his team quickly deems an annoyance but keeps around for his unorthodox thinking. He almost immediately forms a kinship with Harold and Tyler as the team’s outcasts, meaning Courtney and Bridgette have to deal with two warring trios as whoever hasn’t been eliminated by this point watches in amusement.
Addison (Not Killer Bass) is a fast talking hustler who’s smuggled a ton of sweets into camp and barters them off to the other Gophers, mostly Owen, Izzy, and Cody, in exchange for assistance. She’s a member of Heather’s alliance, bringing their numbers up to five, but she’s clearly a wildcard who’ll flip on her if it’s convenient. Heather can’t trust so easily, but Addison’s ironically one of the few who doesn’t hate her.
I have a whole elimination order planned out, but I don’t have the time to write a full fanfic, so I’ll just keep it shelved for now. Maybe I’ll just make a broad outline.
#dullsville#total drama#total drama island#tdi#td original character#td oc#td owen#td bridgette#td geoff#td dj#td duncan#td courtney#td heather#td leshawna#td harold#td izzy#td lindsay#td ezekiel#td noah#td eva#td tyler#td katie#td sadie#td justin#td beth#td gwen#td trent#td cody#td fanfic idea
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Okay, I've watched episode two now and aside from everything else which I'll be processing for a bit:
I wanna know exactly -EXACTLY- how our fluffy haired, tap dancing, theatre geeking, yoga class taking, slanket and hair ribbon wearing, hot milk prescribing, mom of the ship transforms into a literal space pirate who brilliantly brings up her son in mysterious dealings with criminals whilst also still saving the injured and the dying on distant planets?
I don't mean like how *could* she, I mean like how *did* she? Because she's definitely always had the potential, always been absolutely kick ass and a sure shot and put saving lives above any ridiculous Starfleet beaurocracy, so we all know she *could*, but i wanna know the how.
The orchids were a nice visible reminder that both sides exist to within her, no matter how shocked Picard might feel: this Beverly is the same Bev he's always known, he just hasn't pieced it together yet.
Also, was she always just one decision away from leaving Starfleet behind? Like when she's packing that case with Guinan after the Dr Reyga incident, was she like "welp, I guess it's time to get my space pirate on"?
And, the idea that there would be exaggerated space rumours and warnings of a fierce little ship going round back alley outposts, bartering in things above and below board, wanted on some worlds for various crimes, on others for heroic medical feats, piloted by two figures only known as The Crushers. Except when someone does meet them, on the viewscreen appears a little red-haired lady and a ten year old with a hand built phaser. 😂
So anyway, what I'm saying it we better hear about some of Beverly and Jack's escapades now that Bev is awake.
I mean, there is a full spin-off just waiting to be written so if someone could do that, yes please thank so you so much.
#beverly crusher#gates mcfadden#star trek picard#spoilers#picard spoilers#jack crusher#star trek the next generation#i need to stop opening this app at 3am#emotional shields at critical limits
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I've also been constantly thinking about trying to "run" an anarchist theatre. Just an event space which is upheld by donations and other non-profit products. Probably the usual stuff, literature, pins, posters, art, etc. The theatre space being free to use by anyone, though it would probably have to be booked in. I'd probably have film screenings on specific days of the week, theatre, open mics, concerts, comedy, slam poetry, lectures and so much more. Though, would I charge for tickets? It seems a bit silly to do so but I'd have to keep the lights on and I doubt donations and sales would suffice. Though I suppose they would be included in the sales, who knows. I'd honestly like everything to be free but I don't think that's possible in our current ecosystem and anarchism doesn't say no to barter. Humans will barter regardless of government. If that's represented by currency, it's representative bartering. But who the fuck knows? I'm not well versed enough in the topic to make these sorts of decisions. I just want to run a community space which is open to all.
Perhaps, it would be closer to a pay what you can system, instead of a decided price. I'll dwell on it.
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RAMBLETIME 4 (I somehow have more)
We’re rambling about Brutux fellas!
This man needed so much goddamn explanation for his backstory that we just never got…
First off, he’s like, a fuckin gang leader. And that’s just completely glossed over.
HE RUNS A FUCKING GANG FOR BOOKS!!!
And he very clearly has a HUGE influence in the post-apocalyptic world. Like he created a whole monetary system based on credits and bartering. Where you can turn in treasures to him or others affiliated with the gang in turn for credits or goods.
Such as the bartender in the first episode. He mentions Sheriff not having enough credits to pay for food, so Sheriff gives him a rubber duck to pay for it. The bartender then tells him “But this doesn’t settle your debt with Brutux.” Then throws the duck into a vault.
When that vault is destroyed, and the bartender goes to Brutux to tell him that, Brutux sends him to the dungeons to be tortured. When Joe questions him about his decision he says, “I’m the biggest smuggler on this cheek. I can’t let anyone make a fool of me.”
So my guy is REALLY important in this world, and he knows it too. So why tf did he drop everything to join a ragtag team of people trying to make the impossible happen??
Honestly I headcannon that he’s actually still part of the gang, he’s still leading it while also being part of La Résistance.
It would be interesting to have seen a concept like this explored in the show, and to see Brutux reach out to his gang for help every now and then. Or for the others to question his true intentions, because everyone in this world likely knows of Brutux at the very least.
I also think he stuck around because of Dr. White. Cause that’s like his idol, and hanging out with him has probably been Brutux’s dream since he started reading.
When Brutux was a kid we know he was in a gang, I think his parents were also in a gang and that’s how he got affiliated with them in the first place. His parents probably died at some point and left him on his own, so he joined a ragtag kid gang. Then we know he created his own gang sometime after that when he fell in love with books. He kept growing that gang until the Big Fart, and then modified it to center more around finding artifacts than books. He gradually gained influence over the post-apocalyptic world, and that leaves us to the present day.
Now ima just move on to some basic headcannons that I don’t feel like writing paragraphs about:
- he tall fella (~6’2)
- has had several identity crises (both about his sexuality and his general existence)
- loves using big vocab words just bc he can
- taught himself French, Latin, Italian, and a little Greek
- has French heritage
- Has survived three assassination attempts, one of them left him without an eye.
- Always wanted to open a school, but the apocalypse crushed that dream
- writes in a diary (he starts every page with “dear diary”)
- is a homosexual
- he wears makeup, not a lot but enough
- loves listening to Dr. White talk about his hyperfixations
- might have a crush on Dr. White (he would never admit it)
Overall Brutux is a really interesting character. I just love the concept of him being a gang leader for the soul sake of getting books. I haven’t seen anything like that anywhere else, we usually get “tough guy but softie” or something like that. But Brutux isn’t a softie, he’s a tough guy, he just likes books.
He isn’t judged for it either, except by Sheriff, but I don’t think Sheriff can even read in the first place…
He’s also a theatre kid, and like, I love that. He’s a big guy who loves dancing around a stage essentially playing pretend and that just fits him so well. <3
Unrelated but in the episode “Grandma’s Cookbook” Brutux pretends to be a french girl while shirtless?? And like, Ms. Paper just goes with it?? I mean, ally Ig slay
Ok I think that’s all I got :D
( @spinningbagel I GOTCHU HOMIE TAKE SOME HEADCANNONS!!)
#mutant busters#brutux#brutux mutant busters#he so silly#I love this one too#AH#<3#ramble time#demonguy rambles
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Jonathan Frid in Abingdon
One rarely gets to meet one’s teenage idol, much less be instrumental in getting them work. For me, it was Jonathan Frid, the reluctant vampire Barnabas Collins of Dark Shadows. Like so many others, I was drawn to his passionate delivery of Barnabas’ lines and the emotions from love to fury to despair he could put into those deep brown eyes.
I first met him in 1986 at a Dark Shadows Festival, quaking in my boots at the autograph line. Later, I started attending Jonathan’s Readers’ Theater in the public libraries in New York City. I went so often, he started noticing me, and Mary O’Leary, his manager and co-producer, asked if I wanted to help send out flyers to locations that might want to book his show.
While in Mary’s apartment stuffing envelopes, I got an idea. I had come from a small town in Virginia, a place where no one I would have ever wanted to see would come for a public appearance. An occasional country singer or third-rate TV actor might show up, but that was it. I thought it would be amazing if Jonathan Frid actually appeared there.
The little town of Abingdon wasn’t without its merits. It was the county seat of Washington County (whee!) and also housed the State Theater of Virginia, the Barter Theatre, founded during the Great Depression to hire out-of-work actors. So, my idea was simple – get Jonathan Frid to appear in Abingdon. Not only would my impossible dream come true, but I would get a chance to see my mother. So, I took an envelope and handwrote, “Barter Theatre, Main St., Abingdon, VA 24210” and hoped for the best.
Time went on and eventually I heard that Jonathan had been booked for his Shakespearean show, “Jonathan Frid’s Shakespearean Odyssey,” in my little town. I could barely believe it! My little plan had worked. I flew down and upon arrival, bought a ticket and sent a plant to his room to enjoy for his weeklong stay.
Jonathan was booked not in the main theater, but a smaller theater-in-the-round where experimental and children’s plays were often done. It was a nice venue, very intimate, which was great. However, after taking my seat, I realized there was only one other person in the audience. How embarrassing – for me and for Jonathan! I at least expected the neighbor I had watched DS with back in the day to show up, though come to think of it, she had a pretty good excuse – she’d just had a baby. But Jonathan, a real professional, did his show the same as he would have if he had had a packed house.
I waited for him after the show, of course, and asked the other attendee if she’d like to join me. I have to admit, I didn’t even think about how he might be feeling at that moment. I was just excited to see him and welcome him to my town. I didn’t even wonder if he would be surprised to see me. Even though I had sent a gift to his room, he had no way of knowing I came from Abingdon. In any case, the meeting was wonderful. We talked to him for a while, and I got a picture of him in front of the theater. He was very gracious and didn’t seem at all put out at the small audience. A lovely man indeed.
I did two more things before leaving Abingdon. I hunted down the Barter Theatre producing director to thank him for the booking, and I got a copy of Jonathan’s review from the local paper. Unfortunately, the review was not very good. I was mad at my little town and sorry that Jonathan had to put up with this, when he’d gotten such good reviews elsewhere. Still, I gave a copy to Mary O’Leary when I was back in New York, explaining sheepishly that it was a bad review. She told me not to worry, that Jonathan read all his reviews, good and bad, which placated me some. But I can’t say I was upset when I returned to Abingdon some years later and found that the paper had closed.
The next time I saw Jonathan was when I was helping to set up for his show at a Dark Shadows Festival. He walked in, saying, “Is Jane here?” My head popped up. Jonathan Frid knows my name! My heart pounded in my chest. What could he want? I was still embarrassed at the small audience and bad review he had gotten and hoped that he wasn’t upset. But I need not have worried. He was as kind and gracious as always. He thanked me for the plant I had given him, then proceeded to tell me how much he liked my little town and had enjoyed his stay there. It was much later that I thought, no matter what had happened in Abingdon, I had gotten a booking for Jonathan Frid. That, and his perfect response, has kept me smiling for a long time.
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Questions from the ask game for Signe <3
5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?
24. do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)
28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
AAH, THANK YOU SO MUCH, DEAR!!
The ask game can be found here! Also, SPOILER WARNING for chapter 15 of WYGTYA!
5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?
With Signe, it's all about practicality... to a certain point! In the beginning of her journey, she opts for simple clothing that protects her as much as possible, but also lets her move around freely. In her line of work, she needs to move and swing around on ropes from ship to ship and to do a lot of sword combat whenever the crew are boarding a ship or plundering. Also, she spent most of her early pirating days in Hammerfell, and I think the climate is a lot warmer, so lots of flowy pirate shirts!
Now onto the more spoilery bit! When she eventually becomes Deathbrand, her clothes must fit with her act, that being the most fearsome and deadly pirate on Nirn, and so her aesthetics matter a lot! The Deathbrand mask is not as comfortable as she would have wished! Lots of black leathers and a fake beard and even platforms so that she can appear taller, also lots of eyeliner! Deathbrand needs to be the most intimidating man in existence, and comfort is sacrificed for that. However, she might get some help with illusion magic from a certain future crew member who is a brilliant mage!
24. do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)
Not really, she is not the most artistic person, but I guess crafting and creating Deathbrand and his act is some sort of art! Am I saying that Signe would have been a theatre kid if the circumstances were different? I don't know! But she is creative in making plans and finding creative ways to instill fear and fight the Thalmor!
28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
Acts of service is her JAM. When she likes someone, she is willing to do anything for them. She is the ultimate ride or die. She would steal the moon, she would fight the sun and she would barter with the gods for the ones she loves. Also, she will try to do anything in her power to make the people she likes feel good.
She is pretty blunt and never hides her feelings, if she doesn't like someone, she will snarl, give death stares and even threaten the ones she doesn't like. If she *really* doesn't like someone, she might even attack or challenge to a duel. Beware tho, she is excellent with one handed weapons!
#thank you so much for this!!#finally getting the chance to ramble about signe feels so good!#ask game#oc: signe
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Why? No! No! Valeria!
I've seen people speculating about who is her before, how she must have been a fellow Dax soldier to Teshin, who lost her life protecting the Orokin against the Tenno, or, perhaps one of the Golden Lords themselves, massacred, with him being able only to watch.
However, I don't think she would have been any of those things, in fact I don't think she died during the fights at all.
I came up with this theory while rewatching the Duviri Paradox trailer and especially from the comment made during the Devstream, that Teshin will be an important character to the Duviri plot.
So, I'm gonna start at the end, saying it now, evidence under the picture, that this lady IS Valeria herself, or at least the person who is meant to represent her in Duviri.
And I hear you saying: "You lost your mind!"
And all I have to say to this is "I've been non-stop thinking about a character that was name-dropped once, and was relevant for 10 full seconds with literally 0 information on her other that her name, FOR 2 WEEKS, OF COURSE I LOST MY FUCKING MIND. "
Now, having that covered, the promised evidence:
The Yuvan Theatre
The first time we hear about the Yuvan theater is during the War Within quest. Teshin describes it like this:
"A Yuvan theater, long abandoned. In ages past, I would have stood guard as the young and exotic were paraded through the mountain pass and marched by the viewing pane. They'd barter here, the Orokin. Withering and coughing as they prepared for their Continuity."
Part of the ceremony was described by Ordis like this:
"A harpish voice sings a song they've prepared in my honor. Its title the same as mine: 'Beast of the Bones'. I feel the crowd pulled inward, enraptured by the brutal verses, the sickening chorus."
Teshin, as a guard of the Golden Lords, would have had every chance to meet, talk, and have a close relationship with one of the singers of the theater, especially considering his own interests.
He gives us advice about our choices in a poem, one that he starts quoting even under the veil, he talks in riddles and verses, he believes having your mind be as sharp as your blade is a must, it's not at all out of character for him to be fascinated by this part of the Orokin's culture, and to seek out someone who can tell him all about it.
Faces of Duviri
Duviri is full of new, and old, faces, however only a few of those were important enough to appear in the trailers. Dominus Thrax, Bombastine, Teshin, and the singer who entertains Dominus.
In Duviri Dominus clearly meant to represent the Orokin, ruling above all, while everyone else is hoping for him to look at them favorably, and don't make their lives miserable. I believe Duviri is a world meant to torment those who entered it, most obviously by ridding the world of color.
The Drifter also has to parade around as the person, who he despises the most - Dominus - and Teshin? Well, he has to listen to the singing from far away.
(Interesting how the only 2 "places" that naturally have color in Duviri are Teshin's cave, and around the opera singer.)
(Even more interesting, is that if you go close to the Lone Guardian in a Conjunction Survival mission, you can hear her singing.)
The young and exotic
Another interesting thing in Duviri is how the citizens are the ones who look like the Orokin. Blue skin, one arm longer than the other, clothes inspired by Ancient Greece...
If Valeria looked like the singer in Duviri, then she must have been a perfect candidate for Continuity, wouldn't she?
And when the Veil started working on Teshin, the first thing it reminded him of were the lines of the Litany of the Dax that tell you to be patient, and do nothing, and just see how things turn out.
The Veil
A strange thing about the Veil is that it doesn't make you focus on a bad memory, but it very specifically turns memories "inside out".
When the Drifter got theirs the Veil would have had a much easier time reminding us of all those time when the Lotus abandoned us, when Margulis lied to us, but no, it instead started rewriting our memories of Margulis, to fit better with Ballas' fairy tale.
This tells me that memories seen by the Veil are fake, even if they are based on truth. However, Teshin was fighting against the influence of it, so there's a good chance that what he says is based on truth.
But... what does he say exactly?
Why? No! No! Valeria!
Why? Why would he ask "why" like that when the Tenno are killing the Dax and the Orokin around him left and right. There isn't really a question there, and even if there was, wouldn't that be angry? That "why" just sound... I don't know... not one said in the middle of the battlefield, but when something catches you completely off guard.
The whole thing sounds more like "I refuse to believe what you just said to me" rather than "how dare you kill her / oh no, she's dead".
"I-I can... see her... Tenno... why???"
Now, this is where things turn VERY good. Can you HEAR the amount of focus put on the word SEE?
This line to me obviously was said when the Tenno killed the Orokin, that used Valeria's body as their own. But something was out of place, which is that Teshin associates her with VOICE, the opera singer who he listened to for years while on duty, and he knows when "she" dies that he only SEES her at that moment.
He is confused at that memory, he was confused when it happened, knowing that Valeria was dead, yet seeing her die again, in the hands of the Tenno. And that's what the Veil can use, turning him against us. However, just like how the Drifter could tear down their mask, because of the absurdity of what they were hearing, that Ballas was the one who loved and saved them, well, Teshin too knew and felt how absurd all of it was, the anger and broken trust in the Orokin, hearing the voice of the one who gave Valeria the Kuva clashing with false memories.
And so he broke free, just to then fall into the Duviri, where a familiar tune started playing in that very moment.
#warframe#warframe theory#warframe spoilers#teshin#teshin dax#valeria#the new war spoilers#duviri paradox theory#the duviri paradox
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Are you ready for the Oregon Burlesque Festival this weekend in Portland, Oregon?? Tonight and tomorrow (Fri&Sat) Sock Dreams will be vending throughout the entire evening, 6p-midnight both nights, along with several other booths bartering fancy wares. We even have a new special edition thigh high sock we created with inspiration from these lovely performers. See you at the Alberta Rose Theatre <3
Tickets are available here: https://albertarosetheatre.com/event/oregon-burlesque-festival/
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♫ <3
thinking bout you frank ocean
good time brockhampton
peach plum pear joanna newsom
bartering the ballroom thieves
this house is empty now elvis costello and burt bacharach
wait this is a very cohesive playlist i was expecting so much more musical theatre <3 <3
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Welcome Home
Me Vs Getting into Welcome Home so I am beginning to make my own lists and theories etc!
So Please !!!!!!!! come talk to me about it! I am new here lmao. Here is my list so far
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Julie: Flower Monster girl: Rainbow Monster
Frank: Grumpy Grey Puppet, butterflies
Sally: Sun, theatre kid. Used to get others to act for her.
Barnaby: Entertainer, orphan. trickster. Wally’s bestie
Poppy: Lives alone. Neutrotic.Very very large
Howdy: Shopkeeper. Friendly. Bartering.
Eddie: Forgetful but reliable and friendly.
Wally: Our main man Wally. Friendly. up in everyone’s business. His info page has ‘goodbye’ instead of ‘go back’
Home: Wally’s house. is alive. will be important I feel. thERE IS CULT WORSHIPING HAPPENING !!!!!?
End of the show was end of the day- sun down. Nighttime was not a thing!
Only show produced by this one company.
The Playfellow Workshop
Hidden ‘You’ as part of the characters. “Wally is your best friend”
woxyve- Script pages
voywex- Wally stare
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I knew I love (you)
Rating: PG-15
Length: ~1k words
Genre: Modern!AU, slice of life, fluff? oh, slight romance at the end? you know when your bestie suddenly confess they have a crush on you ;)
Pairing: Sebastian Moran (from Moriarty The Patriot) x OC (named Marjorie Reiss)
Notes: May contain inaccuracies and quick proofread so sorry for some errors! but I think this one is kinda rushed? I’m sorry t____t I was under paracetamol influence sick when writing this
“I’ll see you guys in two days!”
Marjorie waved goodbye to her team as she walked towards the eastern gate of the hall. She couldn’t hide her beam knowing that their last performance received an eight-minute standing ovation. All their blood, sweat, and tears for months had finally paid off. Moreover, in a few weeks, she no longer was the president of the club. Haa, time to embark on a new beginning!
Happy, yet partially still in withdrawal. She twirled and frolicked through the hallway, swinging a big paper bag filled with congratulatory flowers like a little kid got their first meal set as a reward. The sound of contented tread mixed with random hum echoed the whole area. And someone was smiling at the end of the hallway after hearing those distinctive footsteps.
“Need a ride home, Ms. Director?” That familiar voice made Marjorie pause her walk; she was a few meters away from the exit.
Simpering, she turned around, “this late, Mr. Moran?” She playfully tilted her head from side to side as she approached her longtime friend.
“Today’s report said it’ll be raining cats and dogs this midnight. Yet I know you never bring an umbrella in such a particular situation and,” Sebastian passed her a bundle of roses, “you always take a bus after a big performance.”
“Ooh, I may open up a shelter next morning then,” she replied jokingly while taking the bouquet off from his right hand. And he bartered the bouquet with the paper bag from her hand.
Her eyes scanned through the flower arrangement. Black and red, all together in a perfect dozen, wrapped tightly in a soft white paper…
“Great work, as usual,” he patted her head. He knew she merely skimmed the bouquet. She indeed loved gardening, but never dived deeper into its language unlike his little brother.
She was used to him touching her head. However, this time, she felt his nervousness in each tap. Ah, she let it slide; perhaps it was the chilly air of London in mid October that made him behave peculiarly.
“Thanks,” she twinkled at him.
Little did she know that his ears were reddened by her smile.
“S-shall we?” He broke a brief silence between them.
“Sure!”
They walked together towards the only four-by-four in the car park. The forecast was right; in a few seconds, the sky dropped its waterfall, making them rush their way to his car. Yes, Sebastian did bring an umbrella on his way to the theatre, but he left it in the backseat. Hence, the two cats were soaked cold by the time they were in the car.
“Haa-ah!” They immediately sat before tossing the flowers onto the backseat in unison.
She stared at him, “sooo… you said I never bring my own umbrella, huh?”
“Ahh, I forgot about it, I’m sorry,” he nonchalantly replied while starting the engine.
She rolled her eyes then shifted her focus to the heavy rain outside.
There, there, silence again. And somehow the atmosphere became slightly awkward.
Hands on the wheel, he sighed quietly. His tense pulse could fill the entire box. His lips trembled either by the cold, or his trepidation, or a fusion of both. He glanced at her who was still musing on the rain. His eyes closed for a while as if he asked for strength to the universe. Confessing should be a piece of cake for a flirt like Sebastian. But why did it take him so long?
He then pursed his lips, “can I have a mo-”
“Can we drop-”
“You first,” they exchanged a perplexing gaze.
“No, you,” she let him speak first.
“Maybe it’s too late for me.” There was an underlying exasperation in his voice. And it was enough to make Marjorie wrinkling her brows.
“Huh?”
“You. I- I’m now actually mad at myself for crossing the line.”
“Bash?” she mumbled.
“Marje, don’t look at me,” that prosthetic forefinger pointed at the windscreen.
Instead, she slightly bowed her head while peeking at him.
“When you curtsied on the stage earlier, I pondered: woah, soon after this you’re going to completely dedicate yourself to theatre and film. You’re going to meet a lot of amazing people. Who knows some of them may be with you someday,”
She raised her head, thunderstruck by his sudden rambling.
“I know! I know it sounds like I was discouraging you. B-but I didn’t mean to! I swear I’m not,” he let out a heavy sigh, “not… I’m not. I can’t.”
His mind was in shambles. He couldn’t think coherently, even the way he talked seemed like a virgin in romance. Oh, at this point, he only wished he could have her level of composure!
“I can’t, Marje. I tried to suppress everything with all those dates, but it’s you. You. And you. I- I just… I just can’t bottle this shit up anymore,” he continued.
Again, she was stunned and sneered silently: I also dated people to repress my feelings for you, silly.
His throat was already parched but he had to pour out the final remark. He took a deep breath, at least to ease his mind first.
“As I said before, I think I’ve crossed the line. No, I clearly crossed it, yet I can’t withhold it since the twelfth year,”
So, a year older than me.
“I simply don’t want to ruin our friendship. ‘Cause… ‘cause we share the same neighbourhood, friends, band… but, look! I screwed it up now.”
I also screwed it up, don’t worry.
He began to snivel, “it’s worse than liking you.”
There was a long mute between them.
“I love you, Marje,” that pair of teary jade looked at her tenderly.
A sappy smile grew from her face. Her cold hands cupped his hopeless face; and a kiss landed on his lips. It was deep yet innocent, probably enough to warm them up. And it was their first kiss as lovers.
“Thank you for pouring out my feelings, Bash.”
Sebastian sighed in relief as he realised Marjorie reciprocated his love. He then returned her kiss with another kiss on her forehead.
“You said we need to drop?” He patted her head. It wasn’t as tense as before. Each tap was comforting, as it should be.
“Ah, I mean let’s drop in somewhere! I’ve been eating water since afternoon.”
“Alright, hamburger?”
“And fries.”
Then they crashed through the rain to the referred place.
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Since you asked, POINTS OF DEPARTURE, adacemics.
(I'm dying for this one, actually)
November Promptathon | I am open for prompts!
Inspired by this picture set. I wasn't sure whether to do pining academics or rival academics who are secretly married, so I went for the former. Happy reading!
Stifling a yawn, John Sheridan stole a glance away from the papers he was grading to reach for his watch. The dial was blurry for a moment before it read twenty past nine. Sliding off his glasses, John rubbed a hand over his face. He still had over twenty papers to hand back before tomorrow’s class on the fall of the Vorlon Empire. Deciding he needed a walk, John rose to his feet and left his office behind. Susan’s door was already shut; she’d been sensible and gone home hours ago. Michael’s door, with a giant Daffy Duck explaining office hours, was also closed. Even Marcus in the English department had already left.
You work too hard, Johnny, he thought to himself as his shoes clacked against the empty hallway. You need a break.
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His feet took him in the direction of the library. No particular reason; he didn’t need a book and Theo, the librarian, would have also gone home for the night. But John enjoyed the vaulted ceilings, the still quiet punctuated by the occasional turn of a page or the tap of a keyboard. He sought the smell of dust and antique paper that lingered in his nostrils. He sought the sanctuary he found amongst knowledge and puzzle. He sought her.
Entering the library, John felt his stomach gripped in a vice at the very sight of her. Dark curls fell across her shoulders and back; delicate fingers brushed along spines, catching index labels with the pads of her fingertips. Occasionally, Professor Mir would pause. Her fingers would gently coax a book from the shelf and she would read, teeth tugging upon her bottom lip as she found a new piece of the Universe as yet unexplored to her. His gaze remained unwavering as he crossed the threshold of the library; his eyes solely fixed upon her form. John was not one to be taken into flights of fantasy but as he climbed the stairs to Delenn, the scent of her perfume grew heavy in the air. He felt a tug – a golden thread attached to her wrist and with every movement he was drawn closer.
A few feet away, Delenn turned; noticed his approach. Her face brightened, lips pulling up into a soft, secret smile. John felt that last pull; a pull he hadn’t felt since, well, since Anna. He was over a cliff, trying to fly, and every flash of those green eyes, kept soft by the thin light of the library, was enough to keep him afloat.
“Hello, Delenn.”
“John.”
Since his appointment to the History department nine months ago, they had quickly settled into a routine. Conversations along the corridor to their lecture theatre of the afternoon; a barter system over who paid for coffee at the Zocalo, the university’s only decent caffeine depository. And then there was the library. Late night meetings in secluded stacks; Professor Sheridan giving way to John as easily as their hands brushed upon the same spine of a book. One day, they would give up this pretence of professionalism and John would find himself with a wooden shelf digging into his lower back as Professor Mir pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat.
“Enjoy your evening,” he said; the coward that he was, the grieving widower he still felt himself to be. One day.
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